lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011

stressful party

I like to think about the things I’ve been, and I was remembering last year on November when I traveled to Colombia for vacations. I love to go to my country, obviously I love to see my friends, and be with them and my family. When I arrived Colombia, the first days were boring because some friends were studying and my dad couldn’t get me out because he was working. 

It was very bored until my best friend came out on vacation and we started to go out and see each other, laughing, talking, etc., then she told me that she was going to make her 15’s party and she asked me for help so I accepted. We went everywhere looking for a dress for her, it was terrible, we went like for 11 different parts JUST for a dress. Then we went to a place in where she told then if they could make her dress and they say yes, so we got excited and then we went to ate some pizza. 

The next day she called me at morning and she told me “Aleja, I need you, I need to look for the invitations and the theme of the party” and I answered with a sleepy voice, like hoarse voice, and with poop face I said “Okay, see you”. I just woke up and went to the bathroom like if I was drunk and when I feel that COLD water I felt like I was in ice, honestly, I almost scream. When she went for me I just go out and I was for killing her because I was sleepy and I hated when I was in the bathroom. Then we went to a big place with awesome party stuff, it fall in love with all the stuff. We talked to a woman and she showed us many things for themes, there were things for a carnival party, casino’s party, movie’s party, etc. I fall in love with the casino’s stuff, there was like many poker cards, roulettes, chips, beautiful and big stuff of casino, BUT my friend’s dress would be purple and it did not combined, and it just made my body image but then we saw a theme about like a fantasy world, all pink and purple, and beautiful flowers, a big pinky cake with stars and masks, just beautiful, so we decided to pick it. After that we went to another place in where they make party’s invitations and they made a design in specie of mask with a lot of brilliantine and in the other side it has many stars and they were purple. 

After five days she called me and told me if I could accompany her to give the invitations to all the people, and I accept, trust me, before like four hours sitting in that car, I did not felt my ass, I felt like it was gone, was terrible. Two days after, she called me and she said “Aleja, my dress is done, do you want to go with me to see it?” and I just got excited and said “Of course”, but actually, I already was bored because of all those things. She called me many times but I just told her some excuse and said her that no because I already was boring. 

The party was supposed to be on December 5, and I was prepared for my best friend’s party, the day comes and we were excited, at 8:00pm was the party and I went to the club and I met many friends there, until I heard a voice, it was her voice, she made a little introduction but I did not see her, until I heard some music and she was coming, and I just cried, was incredible that my best friend was 15 and that she was dressing that dress, it was pretty. She danced the “vals” with 15 boys and I was looking her, and when she finished, PARTY BEGAN, they put amazing music and I danced until my feet hurts. We danced, sing, “made a train”, we were like crazies. They gave us masks and it was so funny, we made choreographies, etc. I really enjoyed it, and everybody was having a good time. There were delicious food and drinks, many happy people and everybody was dancing. Then the “mariachis” got there and sing her many songs, at like 3:00am my father went for me and I just got at the car and my feet was like is someone has cut my feet, I felt it terrible, they were reds like tomatoes, and swollen.  When I got home I jumped into the bed and I felt down like a marmot and I just sleep like a little baby. I think that all the stressful was part of that amazing party and that that's why we have to work together.

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